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An Apology
A shiver went through me the first time I heard your voice It was the kind of shiver that makes you warm afterwards It was pleasant and unexpected
The First Raindrops
I feel the need to welcome myself to the realm of beginnings Where the air is as pure as the purest linen sheet, Where there is a view of an infinite white field of quiet feelings.
Laura JiménezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUtopia
cherry blossoms, silent placesall alone, but still togetherfeels so happy, i'm whateverno more worries, no more mazeskiss my ugly dirty tracesfeels whatever, how can i beso numb inside just yet like seai am calm, but you were calmerbreak my bones make me feel warmeri still can feel in my chestwithout you i'll get no restwithout you i'll give my bestto not lose my fucking mindas you told me "it's alright."
Why I Love Lord Byron
Let me start this off by saying I am a person who doesn’t like poetry all that much. Sure, at this point in my life, I can be mature and respect poetry as a sophisticated craft of literature, but back in the day I would not even attempt to read poetry. I used to just stare at it and say “EW. I. HATE. POETRY,” and move on with my life. But being an English major has allowed me to overcome this attitude or, you know, it has at least a little bit. I still don’t like it very much.
Katherine WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMisunderstood
Could it be horror movie villains are misunderstood? Perhaps they aren't being heard, Doesn't mean they are up to no good,
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCupid
Cupid I fucking hate you! Because of you look at what I've been through. Why was I struck when you let your arrow fly? Of all the women it had to be her why?
K.C. SanchezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMaking Lyrical Love
Making lyrical love to conceive an idea The consolation of the consummation that taught my heart to feel Joys and pains of laughter
Someone’s Hand
I’m standing still, quiet, with my feet on the riverbed. Someone’s hand placed, firmly on top of my head. They are conversing idly,